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Thou that wast full of stir, a town of tumult, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

Is this your joyous city, whose antiquity is of ancient days? Her feet shall carry her afar off to sojourn.

Upon the land of my people shall come up thistles and briars, yea, upon all the houses of joy in the joyous city.